Xander's Cross, Oregon: a small town ringed with forbidding mountains and misty forest. The sky may be gray, but the townspeople are welcoming to people of all kinds...and things that are not quite human as well. Here the native shifters, aliens, werewolves, and witches live in peace. They have yet to find out the new business owners encroaching on the land are also vampires.
The peace has been broken by murder, however, and things in Xander's Cross are about to become quite a bit darker.
Welcome to your new home.
is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
August 20, 2020
The mayor, Rowan Starkwood, was found dead less than a mile from his home. Rumors say his body was mutilated, but the state of the body has not yet been released to the public.
Post by Sid Rivers on Sept 18, 2020 23:20:29 GMT -5
Headlights cut through the velvet darkness preceding the rattling rumble of the old 1979 Ford Bronco as it turned into the parking lot. A dingy, flickering sign declared the place be the 'Silver Pine Motel'. The old rusty beast pulled into an empty space, parking crookedly before the engine cut off leaving the night even more quiet than it had been before the noisy intrusion. In no hurry to get out, Sid leaned back in the seat, pulling a bruised and bloody hand through her hair. The gesture left dark red streaks through the shock of shorn, platinum strands.
After a moment, she pushed open the truck door which creaked noisily. Nudging it closed with a slim hip, Sid stepped backward and reached over into the bed hauling out a hefty duffel before heading up to the motel door. Her low riding jeans were absolutely filthy, the knees torn and ragged and her shorn, loose-fitting t-shirt was nearly ripped off, the faded band logo obscured by a spatter of darkening red. Her old leather jacket had seemed to fair the best though even it hadn't survived the night unscathed. Unlike the truck, she moved almost silently.
After unlocking the door, she kept the door pulled close with one hand while the other slipped through the small opening, up the jam to unhook a small metal ring from the top of the door frame. It was tied with fishing line, threaded through several more loops to a sawed-off propped up on a chair pointed directly at the door. Rock salt soaked in holy water; it wouldn't kill anyone- or anything, really. It would, however, hurt like hell, human or not. Stepping inside, Sid kicked the door shut with a heavy boot, tossed the duffel onto the bed, and then flopped down next to it on her back, arms splayed wide across the mattress. The relief from her various injuries and aches was minimal but it was enough for the moment. In the quiet stillness of the room, she could have easily fallen asleep right there on that lumpy, dingy mattress. And yet...
Groaning, Sid pushed herself up to a sitting position, wincing as every pain made itself known even more acutely as though in retaliation for that too brief rest. It would be much worse in a few hours and she didn't even want to think about tomorrow morning. Cleaning and patching up could wait; she had a phone call to make. First things first, she felt for the lump of the wrapped item tucked into the inside pocket of her jacket as though to reassure herself before reaching down into another pocket and fishing out her cellphone. While one hand dialed, the other peeled her jacket away from one shoulder then, once the line was ringing, she pressed it to her ear with that freed shoulder and then used both hands to gingerly remove her jacket, hissing through her teeth quietly.
"Alrigh', Dani. Hurry up, I want a shower," she muttered irritably. "Stop screening your bloody calls and pick up the goddamn phone!" She drew the phone away to shout this last bit into the tiny mic before returning it to her ear and finding it still ringing. She sighed.
Post by Dani Harlow on Sept 19, 2020 9:03:33 GMT -5
It rung once. Then twice and still with no answer. It would be in the middle of the third ring that Sid would hear the tone echo with a slight delay. It was coming from outside, growing louder and louder along with the scuffle of footsteps. Just as the phone kicked into voicemail, there was a thunderous crash as a body came stumbling in through the window to Sid's motel room, baring fangs and all. Dani was soon climbing in after him somewhat haphazardly, a hand reaching into the pocket of that jean jacket to retrieve her phone just as it vibrated to indicate she missed a call. Dark eyes traveled along the floor to find Cassidy there on the bed, offering a crooked smirk with a bloodied bottom lip. "Sorry about that..." she mused, sending a swift kick to the vampire's abdomen. Then thin brows furrowed in consternation. "You look like shit, Sid." No kidding.
She watched the bloodsucker roll over with a grunt, casually pulling out shards of glass from his face and chest as though it were no big deal. This wasn't the plan, and she would surely hear about it later...but the fucker stepped over the line just moments earlier.
"Look, it's not my fault they didn't kill her..." Dani spat before she felt the harsh cement of a wall as her vampiric escort slammed her up against it, nearly knocking the air from her lungs. His grip was firm, almost painful when he took a hold of her chin to force her head to the side. The vein in her neck pulsed and beckoned him, and her efforts to slip from his clutches was simply a waste of time. Leaning in close, his presence was cold against her skin...and it made it crawl, enough that she felt bile creeping up her throat. "Just finish this up, Harlow. Set her up for another and we'll let you know what to do next. You know how this works, pet..." he practically purred. Dani felt the flicker of his tongue touch flesh, and as she pushed back, sharp nails dug into her face as his grip only tightened. His hissed words that followed made her blood run cold and she no longer struggled, "Do as you're told, or your granddad is finished. You know he ain't playing anymore, sweet cheeks." He. This leech spoke of the elder as though he were some damned god. "Now..." he added, a sly grin creasing his lips. "Let's get you ready." Before she knew it, he was reeling back with a swift punch that made harsh contact with her face. Her footing was lost and she sprawled to the ground, wiping the blood from her lip with the back of her hand; eyes cold and dangerous as they looked up to him.
Now, there was no saying that Sid wouldn't have happened across this particular vampire...and wouldn't have tried to kill him and succeed, no? Dani was just helping this story along and literally, and quite forcefully, dragging his ass into the little huntress' lair. It hadn't been easy because after he threw the first punch outside, he retaliated with quite a few. There was even a nice, small gash at her side that wouldn't quit bleeding. She was beginning to feel that now...
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 19, 2020 9:13:22 GMT -5
Another state, another town. Some other shit hole in New York. After awhile, all the names and faces molded together and it was simply another day, another job. Despite the fact that young, college hotties were being abducted left and right, with possible links to a vampire coven, Dean Winchester seemed to be in an awfully good mood while his younger brother mulled over all the facts and information that his large head managed to retain. He was a bit of a freak in that department.
Dean supposed that's what happened when one didn't get laid in awhile.
Hands smacked down upon the steering wheel in time with the beat, the radio turned up as loud as it could be tolerated while he simply enjoyed the summer air through the open windows. The road was endless, dark, the headlights showing the way...and the quiet was broken by that raging Impala and Dean's horrible falsetto when he broke out into the chorus. "You're the right kinda sinner to release my inner fantasiiiies!" Okay, sue him. He had a soft spot for Benatar.
Eyes shifted sidelong to his brother, amusement etched onto his face with that usual smirk as they began to pull up to the Silver Pine Motel. "C'mon, Sammy...I know you know the words." This certainly wasn't the first time "Heartbreaker" was played from this stereo. Claiming a parking spot, the rumble of the engine died as it was shut off.
Just in time to hear the shattering of glass coming from somewhere nearby.
Post by Sid Rivers on Sept 20, 2020 14:21:07 GMT -5
She'd just thrown her jacket over the nearby chair - the memories it evoked and the pain attached to them a long familiar ache now - and was reaching to unstrap her machete from her thigh when she caught that distant echoing ring from outside. The next thing she knew, a vampire was crashing through the window. "Bloody hell, not again." she mutters irritably at seeing who was following the vamp inside and disconnects the call without looking at the phone. "You think?!" she hollers back at the woman who was continuing to beat the vampire senseless.
Dani wanted to talk about looking like shit? Who had sent her in swearing up and down that there shouldn't be more than 3 vampires left while the rest went hunting and that stealing the relic would be easy? Yeah, 'easy'. Sid wished she could remember when in her life things had ever been 'easy'. Suffice to say that there hadn't been 'only 3' vamps in that nest when she got in there. She'd lost count around 6 when things had gotten very fuzzy after one of them had thrown Sid through a wall. By then, she'd had the relic and had burned through her spelled tattoos so the only option left had been her absolutely mental 'in case of emergency escape plan' - slinging the flask of lighter fluid and shooting off her flare gun to make enough hell so she could get the hell out of there while the whole place went up. Yeah, Dani wanted to talk about looking like shit?
Now as well as being in pain, Sid was pissed off. Instead of going for the machete at her thigh, Sid reached for the shotgun still propped on the chair, fingers neatly sliding the keyring free from the trigger just as she leveled the shotgun at the vamp. He had just managed to get himself up to his knees. The double barrel blast holy-water-soaked rock salt caught him full in the chest, the impact knocking him onto his back again. Rock salt wasn't very effective against vampires. She was just really annoyed that she wouldn't be getting her shower anytime soon. "You said there would be three of them," she said stepping over the writhing bloodsucker on the floor as though it were nothing more than a pile of dirty laundry, jerking the shotgun in one hand, the motion releasing the action and the spent shells. Her tone was conversational yet with the proper note of accusation. They'd had a deal after all and Sid was having a very bad night.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 20, 2020 14:43:05 GMT -5
It was nights like these that Sam almost wished he'd gotten more beat up in their last job so at least he'd have some decent painkillers to make him sleep through this. But no, Sam couldn't afford to sleep. He was too busy studying the information they had both already read over back upstate where they had picked up on the job. Definitely a vampire nest and with the abducted to body count ratio, he knew they were either a) taking some back for leftovers or b) making new coven members. A growing coven was always a dangerous one not that vampires in themselves weren't dangerous in general... It was hard to concentrate with... He turned his head, glancing at his brother singing along to Pat Benatar. While Dean was by no means tone-deaf (he could manage a pretty decent 'Eye of the Tiger' given enough tequila) Sam was convinced that no man's voice should ever go that high. Especially not Dean's. Sam had opened his mouth to make a smart comment when he too heard the sound of breaking glass. "What the-" he started, not sure if this was their kind of trouble or just trouble in general...as sometimes happened.
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Post by Dani Harlow on Sept 21, 2020 20:15:51 GMT -5
"Touchy, touchy..." she murmured at Cassidy's brief outburst. It was easy to see just how aggravated she was, among other things. For a moment, she even felt bad for her...but she wasn't allowed. That was always made clear to her when she was sent to handle his fucked up errands. What choice did she have? It was either comply or lose the only man who had been there for her when her mother decided she didn't want to be. Her grandfather was her life, taught her everything she knew, and she'd be damned to let him suffer such an existence because she grew sappy over some hot-headed hunter.
Pretending not to give a shit really sucked sometimes because Dani realized that she actually did care. Though she had to be, she really didn't side with these vampires. If she was given the chance, she might even try to turn the tables around on them. But, she couldn't risk it. Not alone, anyway.
She was stepping back as Sid grabbed that shotgun, sending a round into the vamp to leave him writhing and grunting in his pain. Of course, he wouldn't die, but she was smiling to see the fucker in his overwhelming discomfort regardless.
"I know," she finally spoke, her eyes lifted towards the hunter. "I was given false information and I couldn't get back to you in time to let you know." She was a bit too nonchalant about it now. Danielle was about to go on with her story about her grandfather (which, obviously, was truth) to get Sid to bite and 'help her out'...but was stopped at the sight of the two that suddenly appeared on the other side of that shattered window.
A lift of a single brow in surprise, she eyed one in particular. Despite her grin, she was far from happy on the inside- this might complicate things.
Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 21, 2020 20:24:22 GMT -5
When were things never their sort of trouble? What appeared as normal violence always turned out to be something more- that was simply their luck.
Dean was sighing, following with a cursing mutter before climbing out of the car. The door was quietly shut so as to not alert anyone, and he was quick to retrieve his sidearm at his back before swift steps carried him towards that particular motel room. The loud, familiar thunder of a shotgun only made him pause temporarily until, with a drawn in breath and gun aimed up at the ready, he slipped into view of the two women and the twitching, fanged man. What the fuck. Every...single...time...
As if there wasn't a writhing vampire on the floor or broken glass scattered everywhere with drops of blood, Dean was quickly forgetting it all as eyes found the battered girl with the double-barrel that had echoed in their ears. There was a furrow of brow and he blinked hard as if attempting to clear his vision from something playing tricks on him, waiting for her to disappear.
You know, again.
With each passing second, the pistol was lowered until he could look at her fully, unable to take that agonizing silence anymore and broke it to utter a single name, "...Cassie?" It wasn't often he let much emotion filter onto his face, but there was evident confusion there, perhaps even a lingering sadness at the very pit of his eyes.
She had hurt him, burned him even...and he hadn't forgotten it.
Post by Sid Rivers on Sept 22, 2020 20:50:22 GMT -5
It was stupid luck that Sid had chosen the most deserted motel in the state with a stone deaf clerk at the desk. Shotgun braced casually against her shoulder, Sid was the picture of apathetic nonchalance as she regarded the writhing vampire on the floor ground with a placid expression. It hadn't killed him but it had made Sid feel a little better. As expected, the shotgun blast of holy rock salt hadn't killed it. But it had made Sid feel a little better. Better than Dani's half-hearted attempt an explanation.
Dark, mahogany eyes slid from the bloodsucker to Dani. It wasn't much consolation and there was something in Dani's nonchalance that she couldn't really-... well, either way it didn't matter. Not much to be done about it now. Sure, Sid really could've used the head's up before barreling in there like the Mounties but she'd got what she'd gone in for so no harm done except for a bruise here or there that a few nights bar tab couldn't cure. Still, she'd expected the woman to go on - if you let her, Dani could go on all night, the chatty, bossy minx. That's why she knew something was up when Dani didn't continue. Looking up, Sid caught Dani's shocked expression, noting it's direction at the same time that she realized, through the drifting haze of smoke from the shotgun, someone was standing outside the broken window. The distinctive 'chik-CHOK' of the gun cocking cracked the sudden quiet as Sid spun and leveled the sawed-off on the shadow.
Several things happened at once. That shape in the darkness, broad shoulders outlined with a rough, worn leather jacket (a twin to the one she had just slung over her chair) materialized and a voice, a painfully familiar voice, a voice time and thousands of miles never seemed to erase from memory, spoke. Her name. Her name. Or what had once been her name…a long time ago.
The memory of the last time that voice had said that name, soft and tender in the close darkness of a room not unlike this one and yet...as unlike this one as it was possible to get. Past and present collided in her mind, the gut-punch of memory against the raw reality of the present. Then, a long-ago night spent enveloped in the person that she'd once thought she knew better than herself. Now, a stranger staring at her with what she was sure was a matching expression of horror and...pain. Her gasp shuddered into her as Sid ruthlessly shoved the memory aside before it could take her under entirely. It was a ragged sound that threatened to break into a sob. Instead, her numb lips formed a name that she didn't realize she was speaking aloud until it was already out, barely more than a whisper and not quite the question that the name- her name had been, "…Dean."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 22, 2020 20:54:08 GMT -5
He got out of the car more reluctantly - something had happened to his ankle on the last job and he still had a bit of a limp. No sooner had he set foot on the cracked and broken surface of the parking lot than he heard the shotgun blast and, something told him that, yes, this just might be their kind of trouble. With an inward sigh at the knowledge that he just might not be getting that shower he so desperately craved anytime soon, Sam hurried to pull out his gun as well and get around the car to the broken window. By the time he got here, Dean had the strangest expression on his face. It was as though someone had smacked him in the back of the head with a two-by-four. "What?" Sam asked, his interest peeking into a full adrenaline rush because he couldn't think of anything that could make Dean look like that. Slowing down, he eased himself sideways to peer warily through the open window frame at a sight he had definitely not expected to see. It wasn't the most absurd sight he'd come across, certainly, not in this line of work but it was just…odd. There were two women; one dark and full of curves, the other who incidentally, held the shotgun, was shorter, slim and wiry with a shock of short blond hair. Both of them were standing over a vampire who appeared to be in excruciating pain on the floor. Then, in a blink, the shotgun was pointed at them and Sam's grip on his gun tightened, its direction steadying on the dangerous looking girl, the one with the blond hair. He tipped his head to look at Dean in an aside to ask what the hell this was when he heard Dean say something. A name. And it wasn't a name he'd ever heard him say and it wasn't in a voice he'd ever heard Dean use. It sounded…lost. And that alarmed Sam more than the shotgun that was now aimed at them.
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Post by Dani Harlow on Sept 27, 2020 12:12:16 GMT -5
DANI: Oh my. This was just getting more complicated and yet interesting with each passing second, it seemed. Two of them exchanged names with such lost, dumb-founded expressions that it was almost sickening. Even the tall one seemed utterly confused. It was Dean's brother, she gathered. He looked a bit familiar, his hair longer, although they had never met.
With a furrow of her brow, she sent dark eyes over to Cassidy, reaching out to place two fingers on the barrel of that shotgun, attempting to gently ease her aim downwards. "Hey there, sweetheart...how about we put this down, yeah?" Her words were calm, trying to snap the girl out of her trance, not paying any mind to her vampiric escort on the floor beside them. It seemed none of them were, but he wasn't getting up any time soon.
DEAN: His breath held within his throat at the mere sound of her voice speaking his name. It had taken him a long minute to realize it, to recognize her face, to understand that it was actually her. Dean was stuck in that moment of confusion where one did not know whether to be happy or completely fucking angry. Perhaps he was a little bit of both...but when the brunette moved, daring to steal Cassie's gaze from his own, his stare finally broke.
And he moved quickly.
He was a blur, throwing all his weight against Dani to spin her and slam her harshly against the motel wall. There was no bother with the gun; forearm slammed up against her neck, daring to cut off her air supply, yet she'd know the pistol was there. Ready to blow a hole right in her gut.
DANI: She should have known to watch for recognition on his face, but she had been too concerned with, well, everything else going on in the room. And, if no one was paying attention, there was a lot going on.
Dani gasped for air as the wall slammed against her back so suddenly, but a sly smile crept onto her lips even as the pressure on her neck increased. "This...seems a bit familiar...though you weren't as rough last time," she managed to get out through hissed breaths. She was aware that probably no one would even bother to stop Dean, so she wasn't sure why she was trying to egg him on. A bad habit, perhaps.
DEAN: "What the hell are you doing here?" he questioned. No, he demanded. A step back and he let her go, but his looming figure did not allow her to move. He'd catch her the second she did.
DANI: Gasping for breath momentarily, she was now glaring at him as fingers massaged her neck. "Hi, Dean...nice to see you again, too," she responded sarcastically, not amused now. A cant of her head, she gestured towards Sid. "I've got business with her." And that was all she bothered to say.
Post by Sid Rivers on Sept 27, 2020 21:24:26 GMT -5
"Wha-" It was a breath, a sigh, and a gasp all at once and it was all Sid could seem to get out in her shock and confusion. By some miracle, the only part of her that wasn’t shaking was the hands holding the gun. For the first time in a long time, everything Sid was feeling at that moment showed on her face. Though Dani pushed the point of the gun down, Sid did not release her tight grip on the weapon, as though it were the only thing holding her upright. Nor did she tear her gaze away from the man she never thought to see again.
Dean?! What in the bloody blazes of hell was he doing here? More importantly, why was he looking at her like that?! For Dean to stand there now looking at her as though she had kicked his puppy…well… it wasn't fair! For starters, he was still far too fucking sexy for his own good and another, how dare he look wounded when she was the one thrown out to find her family murdered and have to take care of everything herself. How dare he look wounded?
He didn't look wounded now, though. Now, Dean looked angry. It was the expression she had expected and yet...it wasn't directed at her. In the second it took her to realize that the look of cold rage (that shouldn't have still been familiar to her after all this time) was trained on Dani instead of herself, the stillness between all of them broke as Dean hurled Dani against a wall. Sid reacted instinctively, grateful for something to do other than stare at him. "HEY!" she yelled, whipping shotgun up to press against his ribcage. Yelling was good. Yelling was easier though it too was painfully familiar with him, like everything else when it really shouldn't be. "Well, it seems there's no need for introductions so I'll just get right to it then." There was no hesitancy in her voice when she spoke now. There was only icy steel. "Dean, you might remember I'm not the best shot…but at this range, I don't really have to be." At this, there was the barest trace of the 'Sid Smile'. It was not the sweet one Dean might remember. No, this one was a poor, ghostly forgery, as cold and hard as her words. However, it still held that scary, reckless glint that promised no quarter. "Listen Dean, I don't know what the hell you're doing here and I really don't care but, as the lady said, we've got business. So… let her go." The pressure of the gun against his ribs increased just in case he wasn't getting the message. "Now."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 27, 2020 21:29:20 GMT -5
That Dean knew someone here wasn't what all that surprising, really. They were the Winchesters; pretty much everyone in the hunter community had heard of them at some point what with their penchant to either avert or cause the apocalypse every couple of years. It wasn't even that Dean knew a girl, a hunter girl no less because those weren't all that rare in their world either. It was that the very sight of her, the sound of his name from her lips seemed to absolutely shatter his brother speechless. Dean. Dean Winchester. Speechless.
This was one for the record books. Sam had the sudden urge to check online for apocalyptic prophecies just in case it was the end of the world. Again. Glancing over his shoulder, he actually scanned the parking lot and sky. No flying pigs. No rain of fire. Everything seemed normal. In that brief glance, however, in the split second his attention was turned, all hell broke out inside the room. Sam should've known better. It was like night and day, Dean's reaction to the blonde - utter shock and stunned silence (that last part was going to take some time for him to get used to), versus the brunette - sudden homicidal rage. His brother moved faster than a perpetual intake of cheeseburgers and cheap beer should allow. However, Sam moved just as quick when, in the instant following Dean throwing the brunette against the wall, the blond had her sawed-off trained on his brother, shoved right into his ribcage. His Beretta was in his hand, pointed steadily at the soft spot at the base of her skull, just behind her ear. "I wouldn't." The warning came out as a calm, cold promise that - unknowingly on his part - matched the smile that he couldn't see on her face.
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Post by Sid Rivers on Sept 27, 2020 21:55:34 GMT -5
Right. Of course. The tall one. Sid remembered, too late, that Dean had a brother. He was supposed to be disowned by John for daring to go to college. Last she'd heard, he'd been on his way to med school. A sigh, a wry chuckle. "'lo, Sam." Though she said this with a familiarity that made it seem like they were old acquaintances greeting each other at a dinner party, there was still that same dark smile all over her face and in her voice, the one that didn't promise anything good. She went on coolly, not pulling her gaze or her gun away from Dean. "Heard a lot about you. Not much of it good." She admitted in a matter of fact manner, her tone almost conversational, as though Sam didn't have a gun trained on the back of her skull. While her double-barrel of rock salt wouldn't do anything to Dean other than really really fucking hurt, Sid was damn sure that the cool metal she could feel through her short shock of hair could end her pretty efficiently. "Now all we need is dear old dad and we'll have ourselves a real reunion. Where is John, anyway? He's not really the sort to let either of you go wandering too far. So where is the commander in chief?" she barked out the title in a mockery of a drill call. Even as she said it, Sid's stomach went cold with fear, pain, and anger. She kept a tight grip on that steely edge of bitter sarcasm, it was the only thing keeping her façade in place.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 27, 2020 22:03:25 GMT -5
"Cassie, is it? Can't really say the same seeing as I've never heard of you. And that's fine by me. But I'm not going to warn you again." He'd aimed for the same offhand tone she'd used and only just missed the mark. What with the fact that they hadn't slept in 3 days and his brother was currently being held at gunpoint by a psycho pixie with sawed-off, Sam was having a hard time concentrating. It seemed appropriate that any woman who could make Dean look as though he'd gotten a swift and sudden kick in the nuts would be just as mouthy as infuriatingly sardonic as him. At this very moment, as she maintained her stance, sawed-off pointed at his brother, Sam wanted very much to do what Dean had done to the brunette and haul her against a wall. Then she mentioned their father and Sam's brain came to a stuttering halt. Her words hit him like a punch in the gut even while part of him - a small, petty part that he hadn't wanted to believe still existed - almost wanted to side with the blonde and her obvious opinion on the kind of man his father had been. Just in those few short sentences alone, Sam knew that she too had suffered at the ego that had once been John Winchester. Still, Sam didn't let it shake him. In that, John would've been proud. Sam kept his composure; he did not shoot the bitch. Nor was he going to give her what she so desperately wanted, a distraction. Instead, he kept his gun leveled at her head without a waver and replied evenly, "He's dead."
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Post by Sid Rivers on Sept 27, 2020 22:09:08 GMT -5
The news made her gasp audibly. For the first time, the hands holding her shotgun wavered. Unseen by anyone other than Dani, Sid's frozen features seemed to crack, letting through the barest hint of emotion. John was dead? When? How? Dean...oh Dean...- Her face shuttered again as the memory took her under faster than she could stop it...
She woke slowly, relishing the ache in her limbs while, at the same time, missing him in them. Reaching out across the sheets, blinding searching for his warmth, her fingers touched instead the smooth coolness of paper. Eyes snap open then and she raises her shoulders up from the bed, her panic rising at what it might say. At finding a single word scrawled in his untidy hand - FOOD - she grinned and flopped back into her own pillow once more. She hoped he brought her back a blueberry muffin. And coffee. He better bring coffee or she wasn't letting him back in the bed. Well, unless he was shirtless. She really couldn't be held accountable for what she would or wouldn't do when that man was shirtless. Stretching, she made a sound in her throat, a contented purring that was entirely foreign to her. Turning over, she burrowed back under the covers hoping to get more sleep and stifled a scream at finding someone else in the corner of the room. "Good, you're awake." the calm, deep voice said carelessly, as though this was an everyday conversation and not what it was. She clutched the sheet to her naked chest in alarm; it wasn't every day she woke up to find the father of the man she'd just spent the night with sitting in the room waiting for her. "J-John. What're you-" she started but he cut her off with that same calm, indifferent voice that was somehow even worse than if he were yelling; she almost preferred him yelling, even if he was calling her an idiot. "Doing back? That's none of your concern." He turned his head as though to survey the room though he'd had plenty of time to do just that while waiting for her to come around. She tried to speak though what she would've said was beyond her, it wasn't like she could say anything or rather, that she needed to, her relationship with his son hadn't exactly been something they'd kept hidden. He'd known, they had known he'd known and he had known that they knew he knew. Still, that didn't mean he approved. "I -uh…" Again, he cut her off. "What is your concern is that I have news." He didn't wait for her to ask and went on, returning that unnervingly direct gaze back on her. "I found your parents." She jolted upright at this, a stark hope blossoming like wildfire across features that had been growing harder, tougher, the last two years, staved only by the last few months. "I'll tell you," he continued before she could speak "on one a condition." That naked hope seemed to falter pitifully on her youthful face, a creeping dread that filtered into her single, questioning word. "What?"
"That you leave now and never see my son again."
The fury in that moment, the memory of the impotent rage of a child coupled with the pain of the choice she'd been forced to make coupled with the sudden realization that this was a truth she could never reveal was enough to bring her to the present and purge the last bits of confusion from her mind at seeing Dean again. When she spoke, it was with the same coldness as before, a dismissal of the admission that had struck her more deeply than she would dare to show right now. "Yeah? Mine too." It was good to know that finding out John was dead could not taint her hatred of the man. "Now that we're all caught up...where were we?" She put more pressure on the shotgun, jabbing it into Dean's ribs on the off chance that he'd forgotten she was there. Her next words were for him, spoken through clenched teeth. "Oh yeah, you were going to let her go before I turn you into a salt shaker."
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